Here is the Final Chapter (Volum
Volume 3 — Final Chapter (22): Rise of the Moonlit Queen
The night sky over Arvandor shimmered with uneasy stars. Fires burned across distant towns as the Council's Dominion Signal sent panic throughout the land. Whispers of Lyriana's name spread like wildfire—some in fear, others in hope.
Lyriana stood upon the ridge overlooking the valley that led to the Council Citadel. Its spires glowed with harsh silver light, pulsing with the ancient magic that had tormented her family for generations.
Aryn stepped beside her, one hand pressed against his healing wound.
"Once we go down there… there's no turning back."
Lyriana's voice was calm.
"I don't want to turn back."
Eryon approached last, the shadows around him gentler than before.
"The council will have prepared traps, legions, everything they have. They will do anything to capture you."
Lyriana closed her eyes and summoned the power inside her.
The four relics—Moonstone, Emerald, Violet Flame, and Obsidian—responded instantly. Their energy flowed into her, spiraling into a single radiant current.
"I'm not here to be captured," she said.
"I'm here to end this."
The March Toward Destiny
The three stepped into the valley. Wind swept through the grass like a whispered warning. Torches lit across the fortress walls as guards spotted them.
Dozens of council enforcers emerged, forming a ring around the trio. Their silver masks gleamed under the moon.
The High Tribunal's voice echoed from the highest balcony:
"Lyriana Vael. Surrender yourself."
Lyriana stepped forward.
"No. I'm done letting you control my life. My family. My kingdom."
She raised her hands—and the four relics blazed in unison.
A shockwave tore through the valley, knocking enforcers off their feet. The fortress walls rattled, ancient wards cracking under the force of her presence.
Aryn and Eryon stood at her back, ready to fight.
But Lyriana did not need them to.
Not this time.
The Truth Unleashed
The Tribunal tried to unleash their forbidden magic, but Lyriana countered every spell effortlessly. Her power rose higher, brighter, until the entire citadel shook as if bowing before her.
The sky split with moonlight.
Her voice rang across Arvandor:
"I AM THE TRUE HEIR OF THE MOONLIT THRONE."
"AND I CLAIM MY KINGDOM."
The ancient enchantments that bound the citadel shattered like glass.
The Tribunal fled.
The enforcers fell to their knees as the relics' magic surged through the land, breaking every oppressive ward the council had built.
The kingdom felt it—
the moment its true ruler awakened.
A New Dawn
When the light finally dimmed, Lyriana stood before the shattered gates, the relics now quiet inside her, their purpose fulfilled.
Aryn stepped to her side, awe in his eyes.
"You did it."
Eryon lowered his head in respect.
"Sister… you've done what none of us ever could."
Lyriana looked at the two people she loved most—one by fate, one by heart.
"This isn't victory," she said softly. "It's the beginning."
The first rays of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the ruined fortress in gold.
Lyriana lifted her chin, eyes fierce and hopeful.
"Arvandor will rise again.
And I will lead it."
The wind carried her words across the land—
the declaration of the Moonlit Quee